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For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

Be safe.

-fae

@takingovermidnight happy Valentine's day 💙🐢

God, this pains me. PAINS ME.

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mutant mayhem was great but unfortunately it does contain flashing without a warning. if you’re planning on seeing it, the flashing starts in the scene where the turtles are in cynthia utrom’s lab and continues in the fight in superfly’s lair, i unfortunately don’t have timestamps though. feel free to share to spread the word for those who are planning on seeing the movie but may be harmed by flashing lights

Requests? If you can logic it Stan and Ford meet Tony. Stan and Tony would probably gush over cars or something.

I hope you like it! I tried to work cars in 😁

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“Isn’t she something?” Stan crooned, his eyes practically cartoon hearts as he gazed adoringly at the screen.

“Pepper Potts?” Mabel teased, playfully jabbing her grunkle’s ribs. It was family movie night, and the twins decided to get Ford up to date on Marvel. Naturally, they started with the original Iron Man.

“That Audi…” Stan replied, practically drooling.

“It wasn’t that impressive close up. I found the color rather offensive,” Ford noted.

Mabel blinked at him. “Wait, you were—huh?” She gasped and squealed. “Oooh, did you meet Robert Downey Jr.!? Is he as handsome in real life?”

“Not the actor. But I did meet Tony Stark. In Dimension 616. Quite arrogant,” Ford clicked his tongue in distaste, blissfully unaware of the irony.

Dipper swung around, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. “Wait… Marvel is real!? In another dimension!?!”

Ford shrugged. “It would appear so. Wouldn’t be the strangest thing I encountered.”

Mabel shot up from her seat. “DIPPER, YOU GOTTA HELP ME REBUILD THE PORTAL!!! I GOTTA MARRY THOR!!!”

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leo has spent his entire life curating an image for himself. the Leader with the plan, who always knows the right thing to do, who always has the exact words his brothers need to hear at just the right time. a firm hand to guide, an ear to listen, a voice to inspire hope.

even when he stumbles, it’s controlled. quiet in such a way that not even his brothers, who share a roof and food and clothes and blood, realize it. leo doesn’t fall apart, he can’t, because the foundation that crumbles brings down the entire house.

maybe it’s your outsider perspective that gives you insight. you see it in the way he doesn’t bother to wrap his still-bleeding knuckles after hours in the dojo, silently sliding over the last slice of pizza to his orange-clad baby brother, forgoing fun nighttime outings in exchange for more training, suddenly excusing himself from conversations of harrowing night patrols so that no one can see the hiccup in his breathing growing and growing until the memories threatens to engulf him.

the way he rejects himself over and over is so familiar, a mirror reflection that moves in time with your own movements, and oh, it hurts to see it. but you do it anyway because you have never met someone more worth looking at than him.

maybe he sees it in you too—or maybe he just needs something, someone, to notice him, even if he would rather die than admit it. but eventually, he allows you to silently bandage his bleeding knuckles and kiss the spaces between his fingers until their trembling ceases and the shudder of his breathing quiets. when you find him pacing at night, restly walking between his brothers bedrooms, he stops resisting you as you gently pull him back to bed and drown out his racing thoughts with the sound of your own rhythmic heartbeat.

you don’t fix him, you wouldn’t dream of it because you love him and loving isn’t the same as fixing—but you kiss his scars with as much tenderness as his lips, and something in him heals each time.

he confesses to you one sleepless night under a hazy new york sky that he doesn’t know the difference between loved and being used.

i don’t either, you tell him. but i would like to learn.

2021 be like: I'm thriving. I'm miserable. I am revisiting old hobbies. None of my hobbies are fun. I'm walking a lot. I have a vitamin D deficiency. The pandemic has lasted one month. The pandemic is over. The pandemic has lasted for 10 years. I am completely isolated. I talk to my friends constantly. I love working from home. Fourteen months have vanished from existence. I have a repetitive stress injury from working from home. I'm sick to death of working from home. Everyone is getting vaccinated. There's three new variants that no-one is vaccinated from. Stay indoors. Start going out. Outdoor dining. Restart the economy. Don't touch. Isn't it great that we're finally going back to normal?

Happy Birthday Soos! (July 13th 1990)

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